


of their own

by andnowforyaya



Series: bewitched!kunten [2]
Category: NCT (Band)
Genre: Addams Family References, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Domestic Bliss, Halloween, JohnJae - Freeform, Kid Fic, M/M, Nonbinary Character, Witches, dotae
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-10-31
Updated: 2020-10-31
Packaged: 2021-03-08 21:28:04
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,613
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27303406
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/andnowforyaya/pseuds/andnowforyaya
Summary: Ten surprises Kun on their favorite night of the year (outside of their birthdays and their wedding anniversary): Halloween.
Relationships: Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten/Qian Kun
Series: bewitched!kunten [2]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1993462
Comments: 34
Kudos: 161
Collections: NCT Spookfest 2020





	of their own

"Good morning, darling."

Kun felt the words more than he heard them, purred into his ear as fingers traced over his brow lightly. The divide between sleep and wakefulness became blurred with the sense of comfort the tender touch brought him, and he chuckled to himself, settling deeper into the pillow underneath his cheek and loving that real life felt like a dream. "Darling," he murmured back.

"I _said_ ," Ten started again, clearing their throat for emphasis, "good morning, _darling_." 

Kun heard the curtains open. Golden light slashed across his body. He felt the covers being pulled away from his body and so he clutched at them harder, not yet willing to part with his protective cocoon. He had not put his fleece pants back on after last night's activities and was not ready for his bare legs to meet the cold. 

"Ten, my alarm hasn't gone off yet," Kun complained, keeping his eyes stubbornly closed.

"It's not Ten," Ten said breathily. "It's _Tish_."

Kun snapped awake just as Ten relinquished their hold on the covers and stumbled back. A smile cracked like a whip across Kun’s face. He had almost forgotten what was in store for today, Ten's favorite day of the year outside of their wedding anniversary and their birthdays: Halloween. He sat up and saw Ten positioning themself before the window with their hands on their hips, wearing a gorgeous, chiffon, floor-length crimson red dress with butterfly sleeves and a long black wig on their head.

Well, it might have been Ten's real hair. Kun knew better than to ask.

"Tish," Kun said, playing along. Kun's voice was still scratchy and gravelly so soon after waking. "You look divine."

Ten beamed, smile wide and unrestrained. They positively sparkled in the sunlight and Kun could tell it was taking a lot of willpower for them not to clap their hands together in glee. Such displays of joy didn't fit with Morticia Addams' image.

Kun pitched his voice low and sultry. "Turn for me."

Ten's cheeks glowed pink with pleasure. They spun in a slow circle, tilting their hips this way and that as they did so, the skirt swishing around their bare ankles. "There's my Gomez. Are you hungry, darling?"

God, their waist looked tiny in that dress. Kun was salivating. "Ravenous."

"For me?"

"Always," Kun said, chuckling.

"I would love for you to consume me from head to toe, but I have breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen."

Kun licked his lips and smoldered at Ten, now smelling fall spices in the air. Cinnamon. Vanilla. Cloves. He hoped Ten had made pumpkin spice pancakes. Or maybe pumpkin cinnamon rolls. "Just a bite, then, to whet my appetite."

Ten pouted, but the glimmer in their dark eyes was mischievous and playful, like a cat about to pounce on easy prey. "Well, if you insist," Ten said.

They approached the bed and clambered on, climbing over Kun's lap, and Kun fit his hands over the familiar shape of Ten's hips. Their lips were soft when they pressed a sweet, tender kiss against Kun's mouth.

In the kitchen, their breakfast went cold.

.

"I'm so glad you took the day off, darling." Ten was fixing their wig in front of their closet doors, which were large sliding mirrors. Flushed and huffing slightly, they looked freshly ravaged with the neckline of the dress slipping down their shoulder, and Kun felt deep satisfaction curl like a contented cat in his belly. "I have you all to myself all day," they said, making eye contact with Kun in the mirror.

Kun reached for his glasses on the bedside table and put them on, bringing the world into sharper focus. Seeing Ten like this did wonders for Kun's confidence and mood since Ten never seemed to be able to get enough of him. Ten was literally a magical being who could whip up a perfect partner anytime, anywhere they wanted, and Ten had chosen him. Ten had married him. He was one lucky guy.

"Just until dinner," Kun reminded him. "Don't forget we invited our friends over."

Ten made a face and adjusted the wig until it sat properly on their head and looked as natural as it had this morning, when Kun had just woken up and thought it might have been Ten's real hair that they'd magically grown longer for the day. But it made sense that it was a wig, since it couldn't exactly be publicly known that Ten was a witch. 

"Let's uninvite them," Ten said.

"But don't you want them to see how good of a Morticia and Gomez we make? You know no one else pulls it off quite like we do."

Ten hummed and fluffed their fake hair. "You make a good point, husband. I’m just so excited for what’s coming _after_ dinner…”

"Oh?" Kun would have been content spending most of the morning watching Ten primp themself in the mirror, but then his stomach gurgled and he decided he should be making moves. Kun found the willpower to throw the blankets to the side and climb out of bed. As he smoothed the sheets and patted the pillows, he asked with feigned nonchalance, "What's happening after dinner?"

"Oh, you know," Ten teased. "A Halloween surprise."

Kun immediately thought back to their first Halloween together. By then, they had been dating for almost a year, and when Ten had brought Kun over to their small, tidy but slightly cramped apartment near their university's campus for a "treat", Kun had been expecting something sexy. 

Like lingerie. 

Instead, the clock had struck midnight as Ten was dragging Kun into their bedroom, and then Ten had pushed Kun onto the bed, straddled him, and announced, "I'm a real witch, Kun!” 

Kun’s surprise had been quickly muffled by Ten’s lips. The confusing announcement didn’t matter nearly as much as how Ten’s hands felt squeezing his waist and trailing closer and closer to the button on his pants. He loved them, and if they wanted to be a witch tonight then, well, it was Halloween and Kun could play along. 

Passion took over. Sex with Ten had always been magnificent, but that night it had been so rich and lush that Kun had felt like he was floating, and then he had looked down and realized they _were_ floating, but he came so hard that he had pretty much immediately conked out after.

The denial had been strong in the morning. Kun had convinced himself in his sleep that it had all been a dream, but then Ten had shown him the little morning spells they did for themself to get ready for the day: cleaning and organizing spells, cooking spells. Ten's school bag had followed them around the apartment like a little puppy as Ten remembered things they needed to pack away into it.

Kun had been weird about it for a week, but he ultimately came to the conclusion that Ten was still Ten, and that he still loved them, and things went pretty spectacularly after that (there was that little mishap with The Higher Ups when they were getting married, but that's old news, now).

Still, Kun knew that "a surprise" meant something different to them both, and he prepared himself for something that could be truly shocking. 

Kun approached Ten from behind and wrapped his arms around them. "Can you give me a hint?" he asked sweetly, though he knew Ten would not budge.

"I promise you'll like it," Ten said, turning to peck Kun on the cheek. They swayed in each other's arms. Kun had never known happiness the way he had it with Ten. "Come now, Gomez. We should eat. We'll need our energy for tonight."

Kun, still in his glasses, sleepshirt and pajama bottoms, knew he did not yet look the part of Gomez Addams, but he laughed softly and nosed at Ten's temple and neck, as enamored with Ten as the first day he saw them. "Temptress," Kun growled into Ten's ear. "You will be the death of me."

.

Since they had already finished putting up their decorations in the front yard, transforming their house’s facade into the likeness of a spider’s den even before the first weekend of October had passed, most of the day was spent preparing the house for the dinner party. 

Outside, Ten had gleefully draped a huge spider web that glowed in the dark from the shingles of their roof all the way down to the flowerbeds to one side of the front door, and an inflatable mother-spider the size of a twin-sized mattress stood guard in the very middle of the web. Baby spiders that glowed toxic green were scattered as though scurrying out from the center and toward a big bundle of webbing near the bottom, which was supposed to be the human the spiders had captured who would be their dinner. Kun had forbidden Ten from writing “DOYOUNG” in big red letters on the oblong package.

Kun had done up the other side of the yard like it was a cemetery, laying out the tombstones in neat rows and even turning up the grass and dirt in front of a couple of them to make them look like they’d been disturbed. Ten could magic the lawn back into tip-top shape once the season was over.

So now Ten was determined to make the inside of the house fit for their guests, but…

“You don’t think this will be too scary for the kids?” Kun asked for the third time. Ten was putting up old, haunted-looking dolls all around the laundry room as Kun lingered at the door, done with his task of hanging up stretched out cotton to look like cobwebs. The dolls weren’t something anyone would see unless they wandered over from the living room and peeked inside, but Kun wasn’t sure he wanted to be the cause of the kids’ nightmares. Well, Donghyuck and Jaemin could probably handle themselves fine, but they were still getting to know Jeno, and the kid seemed timid and easily spooked.

“They’re not _actually_ haunted dolls, darling,” Ten said, brushing their fingers over one doll’s tiny face. Kun felt a shiver roll down his spine as what felt like hundreds of eyes stared back at him. 

“Well, wait,” Ten paused, swiveling around and seemingly looking for something. “Wait. There _is_ one that’s haunted, but I don’t think it’s here. Let me just check—”

“Ten!”

“Oh, it’s fine. It’s not here. I must have left it locked in the trunk.”

“No haunted artifacts out when guests are over!” Kun reminded them. 

“I _know_ ,” Ten said, exasperated, hands on hips. “Believe me, I don’t want Jaemin accidentally releasing a 1000-year-old demon spirit from a baby doll and wreaking havoc on our lovely neighborhood.”

“That doll is _1000 years old_?” Kun could feel his voice climbing into shrillness. He cleared his throat.

Ten pursed their lips at him. “No. The _demon spirit_ is 1000 years old. Keep up, darling.”

“Right. Of course.” Kun swallowed.

“This is all done, anyway. What’s next? Oh, should I curse the bathroom so that whoever is using it will get locked inside with Bloody Mary?” They steepled their fingers together in front of their face in glee.

“Ten!”

Ten cackled and threw themself at Kun, wrapping their arms around his neck and hanging off of Kun like a lemur off a tree branch. “Love you. I’m just teasing.”

Kun sighed and rolled his eyes, terror averted, absolutely besotted. “I love you too. Please let’s not kill our friends tonight.”

“I would never. I swear,” Ten promised, kissing Kun once. “Now, I think it’s time for you to put on your Gomez.”

.

Kun put on his Gomez as Ten finished putting out dinner. Tonight they’d be serving their guests worms and eyeballs (spaghetti and meatballs), poison ivy salad (just salad), and roasted fingers (mozzarella sticks and roasted carrots). They’d needed the menu to be kid-friendly. Apparently Taeyong, Doyoung’s date for the evening, had a huge sweet tooth and could cook as well, so he offered to bring dessert, while Johnny and Jaehyun promised to take care of drinks—both for the kids _and_ for the adults.

Kun ran his fingers through his dark, slicked back hair, checking out his transformation in the bathroom mirror. Even though the amount of pomade he’d just used in his hair was truly disgusting, the effect was good; not one hair out of place. The deep maroon pinstripe suit he was wearing fit him like a glove. He was thinking he would clip a fresh, blood red rose blossom from the front yard and tuck it into the suit pocket just before their guests arrived. His fake mustache, neatly trimmed, looked like something he could have grown himself. As he was drawing on black eyeliner with a thin brush, he felt Ten’s presence at the door and turned to them with a proud smirk. 

“Oh, _darling_ ,” Ten said from the door, leaning against the jamb. Earlier, they had put finishing touches onto their Morticia costume, changing into a black gown with a plunging neckline, magicking their nails black matte, and painting on a lip stain that reminded Kun of rubies. They let their eyes trail down Kun’s body, naked heat and attraction in their gaze, and Kun clicked his tongue in satisfaction as he straightened his shoulders subtly and fixed the collar of his shirt under the suit.

“ _Cara mia_ ,” Kun crooned. 

“You look as lovely as the first time I saw you.”

“At your cousin’s funeral,” Kun improvised. 

Ten’s eyes gleamed with interest and challenge. They sashayed toward him and draped themself over Kun’s shoulders. “My cousin, who died of such mysterious circumstances. Standing there, looking over his body, I saw you and thought of how perfectly we’d look, side by side in our own graves, forever.”

Kun spun and took Ten into his arms. “Hands reaching for each other. Rotting to our bones.”

“How morbid and wonderful,” Ten sighed, laughing softly. “Kiss me, Gomez.”

“With pleasure.” 

Though by now Kun was certain he could tell the shape of Ten’s lips blindfolded in a crowd, each kiss they shared marked a new moment in time. They were different Kun’s and Ten’s with each passing moment—older, wiser, more in love with each other than before—and Kun could feel this in the way their lips touched. Ten tasted faintly of wine and tomato sauce. There was also the after taste of smoke, which was a little odd, but Kun ascribed it to the spices Ten liked to experiment with sometimes.

“Got into the food already, have we?” Kun, hiding his smile, asked against Ten’s mouth.

“You know that cooking is better with wine,” Ten countered.

“You taste decadent. Did you pull the wine from our special collection?”

“Oh no.” Ten shook their head. “That’s for later. The surprise.”

“No hints still?”

“None. Suffer.”

Kun exhaled slowly in mock exasperation. He cupped Ten’s face in his hands and rested his forehead against the crown of Ten’s head. “I suppose I have no choice but to torture you for more information.”

Ten gasped softly. Kun felt Ten’s eyelids flutter against his cheeks. “Torture me all you want, darling. I’m all yours.”

Kun chuckled. He wondered if part of the surprise later tonight involved any of the toys they kept in a box under the bed. They’ve both been so busy lately with work and the house and repainting the small spare bedroom that by the time they were in bed together neither seemed to have the energy to go at it the way they used to before—before this, the house, the bedroom. 

“We can finally make use of—”

The doorbell rang.

“Oh! That’ll be Johnny and Jaehyun and the kids!” Ten chirped, quickly snapping out of character and drawing back, leaving Kun winded from the whiplash. “Finish up and come down, okay? I can’t wait to see everyone’s costumes!” 

.

With six adults and three kids in the house, Ten and Kun had predicted that dinner wasn’t really going to be a “sit down” affair and planned accordingly. Jaemin and Donghyuck, both dressed up as miniature firefighters tugging a pool noodle hose between them, immediately set upon the decorations they noticed with glee as soon as they walked through the door, screaming with each spooky accent they came across: the rubber snake hiding in the shoe rack, the plush spider under one of the couch’s cushions in the living room, the freaky dolls in the laundry room. Upstairs was off-limits and marked off by yellow tape, but that didn’t stop them from trying to crawl through the flimsy barrier.

“Hey! Hyuck, Jaem—! _Yes_ , we’re stopping and respecting boundaries. _Yes_ , we’re staying on this floor.” Jaehyun intercepted them both, redirecting them back into the living room while adjusting his cat ears on top of his head.

Johnny sighed as he helped Kun organize the six pairs of shoes that were left behind in the kids’ wreckage by the front door. “We’re trying not to say _‘no’_ around them so much. Jaehyun picked it up from some other parents in the PTA. Here’s the wine and apple juice.”

“What are you supposed to be?” Ten asked bluntly, taking the bag of beverages from him.

Johnny looked down at himself. He was wearing a brown sweatshirt with a large black circle in the very middle and brown sweatpants and what looked like fake antlers on his head that had been decorated with green paper leaves. “A tree!”

“And I’m the cat stuck in him,” Jaehyun supplied. 

“And we’re firefighters!” Donghyuck shrieked, suddenly appearing by Ten’s knee.

“Merlin above!” Ten hissed in surprise, and Donghyuck laughed, tugging on their dress excitedly. Kun wondered if they’d already gotten into the Halloween candy.

“We’re saving Daddy from Papa,” Jaemin explained. “Daddy’s stuck and he can’t get down. Papa is really tall so he’s a tree.”

Ten smirked. “So effectively, Jaehyun climbed Johnny’s—” 

“Okay,” Kun interrupted loudly, “let’s get the kids something to eat, shall we? Into the kitchen, into the kitchen.” He ushered them all to the counter that was set up with their small buffet dinner and started helping the kids, Johnny, and Jaehyun fill up their plates. Ten was pulling cups and wine glasses from the cabinets when the doorbell rang again.

“I’ll get it,” Ten offered with a smile. 

They returned moments later with Peter Pan and Wendy in tow and Tinkerbell in their arms.

“Darling. Look.”

They bounced Tinkerbell against their hip, and Tinkerbell giggled. Ten nuzzled their nose against Tink’s.

“He’s mine now,” Ten hummed.

“Tish, please give Peter back his Tink,” Kun said in a cautionary tone.

“Oh no, please, be my guest,” Taeyong laughed. He was dressed as Pan, wearing a belted green tunic, tan leggings, and feathered cap. His round doe eyes only added to the illusion that he was a boy lost in childhood innocence. Beside him, Doyoung was wearing a baby blue nightgown that reached the floor, his dirty-blond wig in a long braid. “If you want to take him trick or treating so that we can have a nice night in, I’m more than happy to make that trade.”

“Maybe next year,” Ten said, putting Jeno down. “My husband and I have plans tonight.” 

As soon as Jeno’s little feet touched the floor, he immediately made a bee-line toward Donghyuck and Jaemin, whose plates were taken away just in time by Johnny and Jaehyun as the kids reunited and started jumping up and down in a circle with their arms around each other, chanting candy names.

“I see you’re Morticia and Gomez Addams,” Doyoung said with a smirk over the chorus of shouts for candy by the kids. “ _Again_.”

“Are you the Wendy from the cartoon or the old grandma Wendy from _Hook_?” Ten teased.

“Obviously the book!”

“No one’s gonna get that,” Ten scoffed, flipping their long hair over their shoulder and turning, effectively ending their conversation as they approached Kun.

Doyoung sputtered but was soon distracted by Taeyong’s hand on the small of his back and a kiss on his cheek that migrated to his lips, and Johnny and Jaehyun went over to greet them, leaving Kun and Ten with the kids.

Affection swelled in Kun’s heart when he saw how the kids watched Ten with stars glimmering in their eyes, holding their plates carefully, allowing Ten to squeeze even some of the salad onto their plates. Ten was precious with the little ones and Kun couldn’t wait to see how Ten would be with kids of their own. Starting a family together had always been in the cards for them.

“Can I have more fingers?” Jaemin asked, bringing Kun out of his reverie.

“Should we cut off some of my husband’s and eat his?” Ten asked. They took Kun’s hand.

“No!” Jeno shouted.

“Yes!” Donghyuck countered.

Kun raised Ten’s hand to his lips and kissed the tops of their knuckles. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Oh dear, I think I like holding your hand too much to cut your fingers off,” Ten said.

“I don’t want Uncle Kun’s fingers!” Jaemin said, pointing at the buffet. “I want the cheese sticks!”

“Oh, is _that_ what you want?” Ten pretended to understand. “Well, that’s easy. Here you are, sweetie.” They piled Jaemin’s plate so high with mozzarella sticks that the boy had to cup both hands around the edges of his plate to keep them from rolling off of it.

.

Dinner passed by much too quickly, and soon enough Kun and Ten were bidding goodbye to their friends and the children and wishing them well on their trick-or-treating adventures. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Taeyong beseeched them both at their doorstep. “It’ll be fun!”

“As much fun as it would be to take candy from strangers with you,” Ten said, “Kun and I have some important business to get to.”

“Business, _heh_.” Jaehyun snickered and went beet red when Jaemin, who was hanging off his back, asked what was so funny about Ten’s joke. Jaehyun could not seem to find the words, so Johnny quickly intervened. “It’s just some adult humor, baby. Sometimes we joke about work.”

Jaemin stuck out his tongue and squeezed his eyes shut in an exaggerated look of disgust. His brother mirrored his face, and Jeno, who was hiding somewhere in Doyoung’s skirts, giggled. 

“Work, schmurk,” Donghyuck said, obviously copying something he’d heard from an adult.

“Exactly,” Doyoung agreed.

“Can we go to Mrs. Mackenzie’s house?” Donghyuck continued. “She gives out _whole-sized_ candy!”

Taeyong’s eyes lit up at that. “Oh, then we have to go!” 

The kids cheered.

Kun felt Ten’s hand skim the small of his back and could sense his partner’s eagerness to get back inside, alone. Not for the first time tonight, he wondered what the surprise could be. Ten was practically vibrating. “All right, stay safe,” Kun said in a somewhat final tone, waving with the hand not curled around Ten’s waist. “And try not to eat all the candy tonight.”

“We won’t!” Jeno promised, like the good child he was.

“I was talking to your parents,” Kun said.

Their guests left with bright smiles and a handful of bite-sized chocolate candies in their respective bags, and then Kun and Ten were alone behind the closed door. Silence rang in Kun’s ears. Ten turned to him with such a shine in their eyes that Kun wondered if Ten had cast a spell to make them glimmer like diamonds. They took both of Kun’s hands into their own. “Upstairs,” Ten whispered excitedly.

“Already? Shouldn’t we clean up first?”

“Taking care of it,” Ten said as they dragged Kun toward the stairs. Kun peeked into the kitchen and saw the plates cleaning themselves in the sink, stacking themselves away. He had a stray worry about the magic sapping his vegetables in the garden, but he knew that Ten was always so intentional with where they took their power from, and Ten would never touch his plants. Kun’s vegetables were very dear to him.

“You’re so eager. The surprise must be very good.”

“Oh, it’s the best,” Ten whispered, sultry and sweet, throwing Kun a flirtatious look over their shoulder as they reached the second floor landing. 

A stone just sort of went _thunk_ in Kun’s belly, and that stone was hot arousal. He swallowed around a thick tongue and allowed Ten to pull him… Past their bedroom and toward the smaller one down the hall. Kun dug his heels in and frowned, confused. “Ten, what—?”

“Shh, close your eyes,” Ten prompted.

“What—?”

“Close them!”

Kun closed his eyes. Ten tugged on his wrist and he fell into step beside him. He heard the door creak open and moved when Ten’s small hands nudged him into position. Arms looped around him from behind. Ten’s chin fit into a groove in Kun’s shoulder. “Ten?”

“I put the finishing touches on it in the afternoon while you were getting ready, and it’s just about done,” Ten said quietly. “Open.”

Kun opened his eyes. 

He gasped. 

When he had last stepped inside the small second bedroom, the room had been bare of furniture. They had painted the walls a pale yellow but hadn’t had the heart to do more. Not until they knew for sure.

Now, the room was full of everything Kun thought they might need. A crib stood in the middle of the floor on a large area rug that looked like a sunflower. There was a changing table, multiple dressers, a plush-looking armchair, a bookcase already full of picture books and soft blocks and toys. It looked perfect. It _was_ perfect.

Kun turned to Ten, who was smiling so wide that Kun worried their face might split open. Kun simultaneously felt so full of breath he might burst and also unable to breathe. “Ten, my love—?”

Ten nodded, biting into their bottom lip, smiling. “We matched with a birth mother,” Ten said.

“When did you—? How—?”

“I got the call yesterday while you were at work. I’m sorry for keeping it to myself for a little bit. I wanted to get this ready so you wouldn’t have to. I know how hard it’s been for you to wait…”

“How hard it’s been for us,” Kun clarified, cupping Ten’s face in his hands gently. They had talked at length about conceiving a baby in a magical way, but in the end they both thought the risks to Ten’s health were too great, and so they had sought out human, mundane ways. Adoption was a long, uncertain, and bureaucratic process. So long that Kun had thought to give up hope, and thinking about the second bedroom that stood empty in their home for so long had started sending him into spiraling bouts of angst and gloom. But now—

“Are you happy?” Ten asked. They held onto Kun’s wrists as though worried Kun might float away.

“The only other feeling that could compare,” Kun said, “is when you agreed to marry me, Ten. Yes, I’m happy. I’m _so_ happy.” He surged forward and kissed Ten on the lips, pressing all the love he held in his body against Ten’s mouth, and Ten responded in kind, somehow both tender and firm, their happy little sigh as Kun slipped his arms tighter around their waist making Kun’s toes curl.

When they pulled apart, Ten’s lips were red and swollen. “It’s happening,” they said. “We’re having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” Kun repeated, kissing them again. They were starting a family of their own.

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**Author's Note:**

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> 
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